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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

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7 years, 4 months ago

fencing off all possible objections archive/silicon-jest

[...] his expectation he could have things both ways, pursuing the questionable tactic of writing cleverly to assert the superiority of sincerity in a world wedded to cleverness. Scott also accused Wallace of fencing off all possible objections to his work by making sure every possible criticism wa…

—p.255 Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story: A Life of David Foster Wallace Chapter 7 (227) by D.T. Max
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the consequence of too much plenty inspo/criticism

"Sad" became the tocsin ringing through the piece, sadness as the consequence of too much plenty: sad waiters, sad cruise ship-goers taking pointless videos of other sad people pointing video cameras at them from their own cruise ships, and sad, senseless attempts by Americans to amuse themselves i…

—p.204 Chapter 6 (177) by D.T. Max
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the fear of being ordinary

His anguish, he wrote, had multiple sources, from a fear of fame to a fear of failure. Behind the ordinary fears lurked the fear of being ordinary.

—p.144 Chapter 5 (135) by D.T. Max
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Wallace and Sabrina

[...] In Sabrina, he wrote an advice column caled "Ask Bill," in which readers were invited to bring their questions to Professor Kennick. Bertrand Russell wrote in to reveal his crush on Alfred North Whitehead and ask what he should do. "Any relationship that depends for its security on the prop…

—p.26 Chapter 2 (15) by D.T. Max
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still I opened the door

My mouth dried and I pretended to keep smiling. Why do we pursue information that we know will never leave our heads? I was inviting a permanent, violent guest into my home. He would defecate on my bed. He would shred my clothes, light fires on the walls. I could see him walking up the driveway and…

—p.101 How We Are Hungry Quiet (85) by Dave Eggers